Oh dear rurp, you don't want to get me started on that! ;-)
Your hiking example is a textbook page of my life, I do things like that all the time. Partner openly jokes that I'm crazy / weird / funny — all in good spirits, I concur that it's not exactly statistically average (i.e. 'normal') behavior. — "but why do you do this like that?", eyes usually roll before I even finish my elevator pitch; but every once in a while I catch her imitating. Good times, haha. Small victories, you know.
That being said,
I have a gazillion justifications for this. From ancient Zen and Stoicism (you guessed it) to modern scientific organization of work / tasks / labor, passing by cognitive science and physics and what-have-you.
It's. Just. More. Efficient. To. Be. Efficient!..
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
But it's also a delusion, to some degree (when you mistake the means for the ends I suppose, when it becomes a zero-sum rat race from a 3rd person perspective). Hence a healthy distance with the concept, I treat it as one parameter/rule of our universe — nature favors the efficient ones — but I've learned to just shrug at the general inefficiency of my civilization. Sometimes, I admit I'll even take pleasure and find beauty in a wildly inefficient thing that nonetheless passes the threshold of "it works", however barely. Politics, states, institutions feel like that to me: it should all collapse under its own weight and complexity, and yet it goes on... fascinating feat. It's like e.g. Windows (the biggest codebase in existence, at least as reported a few years ago, 50 million lines iirc?), you have to revel at the wonder that it even works.
My wife does pretty much everything in a way that simply blows my mind. Probably once a day, I start to mutter "But, why....?" Most of the time she just looks at me like I'm the broken one, meanwhile I swear it's her!
Packing for a trip is the worst. For me, it's hours of over-analysis and optimization. Packing everything into a minimal volume. Ensuring nothing unneeded makes it way into a bag. For her, it's grab an armful of {whatever}, toss it in a suitcase, and assume it'll all work out. And yet, we both love traveling and we're equally as likely to forget something.
Oh dear rurp, you don't want to get me started on that! ;-)
Your hiking example is a textbook page of my life, I do things like that all the time. Partner openly jokes that I'm crazy / weird / funny — all in good spirits, I concur that it's not exactly statistically average (i.e. 'normal') behavior. — "but why do you do this like that?", eyes usually roll before I even finish my elevator pitch; but every once in a while I catch her imitating. Good times, haha. Small victories, you know.
That being said,
I have a gazillion justifications for this. From ancient Zen and Stoicism (you guessed it) to modern scientific organization of work / tasks / labor, passing by cognitive science and physics and what-have-you.
It's. Just. More. Efficient. To. Be. Efficient!..
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
But it's also a delusion, to some degree (when you mistake the means for the ends I suppose, when it becomes a zero-sum rat race from a 3rd person perspective). Hence a healthy distance with the concept, I treat it as one parameter/rule of our universe — nature favors the efficient ones — but I've learned to just shrug at the general inefficiency of my civilization. Sometimes, I admit I'll even take pleasure and find beauty in a wildly inefficient thing that nonetheless passes the threshold of "it works", however barely. Politics, states, institutions feel like that to me: it should all collapse under its own weight and complexity, and yet it goes on... fascinating feat. It's like e.g. Windows (the biggest codebase in existence, at least as reported a few years ago, 50 million lines iirc?), you have to revel at the wonder that it even works.